It's complicated

Chapter 38

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-Graces POV-

I wake up to my phone ringing. Normally I would ignore it, but it's Makayla, so I answer it. As we are talking, I get on twitter. 54 dms from one person, Amelia.

Sorry, I've been really held up with all that's going on right now. I send with out even reading her messages.

"So, how are you holding up?" Makayla asks me with a shaky voice.

"Okay. Well, you know, as well as can be expected," I start tearing up and my voice gets caught in my throat, "I can't even go to her funeral, Makayla. I'm the reason she's dead, and I can't even go to her funeral."

"Grace, don't do that to yourself. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is!," I scream, letting my anger out on her.

The line is silent for awhile, but she hasn't hung up. I get a reply from Amelia, I understand. How's tour?

Fine. I type back, not really wanting to talk to her; I still have that unweary feeling about her. I go through my mentions on twitter. There's a ton of condolences and other things because I haven't been on twitter in about a week. I favorite and retweet some and exit twitter.

"Wait," Makayla says suddenly, scaring me.

"What?"

"Maybe you can be at the funeral. I have a plan."

I shake my head, "No, Makayla. Tori and josh have spoken. They rule my life, and I can't go because the boys need an opening act."

"Well, you can still go and be on tour." I scrunch my eyebrows, even though I know she can't see me. I can feel her scheming mind coming up with a plan all the way from here, and I don't know if I like it.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, my friend, since we live in the wonderful world of technology, we can set up a FaceTime call and you can see everything."

"Oh my gosh, you are a genius. Yes, I love you so much!" I let out a scream of excitement and Luke rushed into the bedroom.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He yells as he almost falls down running in here. I laugh at him as he catches his balance.

"I'm fine, but Makayla found a way I can be at the funeral." I tell Makayla I have to go and hang up.

"Look, Grace, I know you want to be there, but there's just no wa-"

"Luke, I can FaceTime Makayla and be at the funeral." I say as I make air quotes around the word be.

"Oh, well, congratulations, Grace. I'm happy for you." He tells me and he leaves. I get up and follow him out.

"Hey, Grace," Michael says to me as I walk in.

"Hey."

"So, if I come out with you on stage, can I get a make out session too?" He asks and laughs. I feel my face heat up and I shoot a dirty look at Calum. He shrugs as if to say, what are you gonna do?

I sit down, ignoring everyone and they start laughing. "I hate you all."

"I bet that's not what you were screaming last night to Calum," Michael says. Then him and Ashton start yelling, in girl voices, "Give it to me, daddy. Harder. Faster." And other sexual noises. I notice that Calum is blushing, but he is still laughing and making fun of me too.

"Stop! The most we did was kiss," I yell, embarrassed, and they all start laughing.

"Yeah, guys, that's my sister your talking about." Luke says with a fake serious face. I bury my head in my lap and get a round of, "awes."

I stick up my middle finger and mumble, "F*** you."

Michael laughs, "Too late, you already did that to Calum." I throw a pillow at Michael and everyone laughs. Then, an awkward silence hangs in there.

"Hey, Grace, could I talk to you?" Calum asks, breaking the silence, and I nod.

We head for my bedroom and Michael yells, "Use protection and don't be too loud." We both flip him off and close the door.

"Luke hasn't been very good with keeping his rule of us being alone in a bedroom together." I say with a nervous laugh. I know he's going to ask me about the status of our relationship, but I'm not even sure what it is. I never stopped loving him, but how can you be in love with someone who ruined your life?

"Yeah," he says and scratches the back of his neck, "So, about us," he starts but my phone rings. Saved by the bell.

"One second, it's Detective Mason." He nods and I answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Yes, we have been able to obtain an identity on the owner of the twitter account. We will be sending you a picture of the owner so you can tell us if you know him or not."

"Okay, thank you." She hangs up and Calum asks me what it is. "They got an identity on the twitter account. They are sending me the picture now."

My phone buzzes and I look at it. I open the picture and both mine and Calum's jaw drops.
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Who do you guys think it is? Love you all, sorry for the cliffhanger💕

Im probably going to try and end this soon, but not too soon. It will probably have either in the upper 40s or lower 50s chapters. I've already started on my next fanfiction, which will be a Michael one. I really hope you read it as well. I will probably do an epilogue to this book, but from where I'm going with it now, I doubt there is a book two. I just find that there really won't be a reason to have a second book. I don't want to end it earlier than it should, but I also don't want to make it too long, so that's where I stand.